Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !

Time for Me to Move Forward

Tonight, I fell in love

Falling in love again, with the same person.

More love and more affection.

Still sweet and soft lips in my memory, it did not feel like the smell of the smell was milling in my nose.

Miss taste, shady taste.

While lying down I stared at the ceiling of my room.

I asked myself, what do you want after this, Danar?

Are you going to stick with your ego against your father,

Are you going to come forward and apologize to your family,

Or will you do both?

But I know, I can't keep hiding from other people like this.

In a matter of seconds, Mr. Dias told me what happened to my father. I also think it must be accompanied by a swearing-in ala himself.

My father was hard on me, but he was gentle on other people.

I wonder what he thinks of me, this ungodly boy whose life is a mess.

Can't keep this up, though,

I have to see Miss in Sanjaya's dressing.

Only a King deserves to see the Queen standing tall.

And only the slaves met the Queen by servitude.

And because of that kiss, it is likely that I am now King, no longer a servant of peril.

In order to glorify my Queen, I must meet her with my throne.

I sighed, it felt like this chest was tight.

While thinking I listen to the atmosphere around me.

My house is crowded, though,

Some residents were playing chess in front of the yard, others were mabar. There was a noise outside the room.

I am grateful that my night is not lonely.

My boarding residents are mostly workers in the office around here, which is good they care about the environment.

In a moment I have to say goodbye to my shabby yet beautiful boarding room, welcoming the morning in my spacious room which is furnished expensive but cold-floored, as cold as the atmosphere.

Just about to fall asleep, a short message appeared, from the phone with my new number that only Miss and Miss Windy knew about.

From madam.

My eyes were fresh, and I sat my body as fast as I could.

Wanting to feel like this fingers immediately reply, but for years of knowing various types of women, I became accustomed to waiting a while before replying.

To give the impression of mysterious and curious.

Women love cold men, my uncaring attitude will make them come closer. While my chastity will make them stay away from fear.

On the other hand, no woman has knocked on my heart all this time.

"Danar, are you asleep?"

Just that sentence.

I waited a minute, though,

Two minutes, though,

Five minutes, five minutes,

No other words.

So I decided to retaliate.

"What's up, Non?"

Then I just stared at the phone screen for the next few minutes.

About 5 minutes later, a reply appeared.

"What did that kiss mean? Watch out if you're playing me!"

I was playing you. But not betraying you. My game is just to get you interested in me.

"Just an act to show that what I'm saying in front of your father isn't pretending" I said.

Time to be honest, though,

To myself, to me,

Also to Miss.

"Based on a crocodile," that's just a reply from Miss.

Uh!

Can't bear to not tease her.

"Tomorrow I'll kiss you again" I replied.

"Then you owe me 2 billion,"

"Nego can't?"

"How much?"

"One hundred thousand,"

"Damn it,"

"Or I'll just make a dowry for you,"

"Are you seriously marrying me?"

"Are you seriously marrying me?"

"Don't reply Big Master. Just answer me,"

"Honestly, if you don't want me, I won't go forward,"

"I don't want to answer,"

Then the crazy mind starts to come up.

And then I typed something.

"When in the car, you're the one in my dream,"

And there's no reply.

Duh!

Shame me!

I thought I was presumptuous to talk to her like that, without feeling like it was stupid, showing my weakness first.

I'm frustrated.

With mixed feelings, I sat on the edge of my reot bed and rubbed my face.

About half an hour later, a short message appeared.

From Miss, miss,

"Our agreement I'll cancel. Kiss me again tomorrow,"

*

*

To me, the world is more beautiful.

Now it doesn't feel the same anymore.

This morning, this morning,

While buttoning my shirt, I thought about last night. Now I'm more sure that Miss likes me. At least we are connected to each other and not one-sided. I considered her form of rejection just because of her heartache towards me.

I hope now he can forget the pain.

My chest was pounding to meet my days. Will my struggle bear fruit?

Besides, it was time for me to appear in public. I have responsibilities in the office, pity my employees every day have to shove in my place. There is indeed a clause that my position cannot be replaced unilaterally, unless I voluntarily give in front of the Notary, or I die.

So this morning, I'm going to turn on my phone, and maybe while serving Miss, I'm going standby with the Airpods in my ears all day.

I put a set of sportswear and shoes in the backpack, she said Miss would jog so just in case I bring everything. Then after staring at my face in the innate butut mirror of the boarding room, making sure that everything in my face is perfect, no chilies tucked in my teeth, no nose hair sticking out, a neatly shaved beard perfectly, my hair's climatic, I came out of my room and climbed the blind mane of Windy's Max.

Walk through the stretchy streets and feel the warm Saturday morning sun wriggling up in the eastern horizon.

**

Arriving at Miss's house, the first thing I greet as usual, is Haidar who looks at the large window with coffee and his dainty makeup. This man seemed to be accustomed to waking up in a neat state.

“Morning Mr. Haidar,” my bro.

“IHSG down,” murmur grimly.

Want to say ‘masa bodo’ but I don't have the heart.

“Ya Sir, the possibility of the day after opening weakened by more than one percent,” timpalku.

“Jeez, this is due to inflation,”

“When the digital platform works, Sir. Conventional systems are not popular,” I replied.

Compared to our conversation about the business world that requires more effort to think about cause-and-effect, impact, risk, I am more interested in knowing what Haider observes every morning outside the window.

“But..” I stood next to Haidar in the same position, trying to figure out which way Haidar's eyes were looking. “...Crypto is also again down sir. 300%, drastically. Which is still safe in the financial field,”

Uh! Men are less moral. I know where he's looking.

Nimas, a housekeeper who was watering plants and taking care of the flower garden belonging to the Lady. Every morning his duties are around the garden area, a little afternoon he is already in the laundry area. It was from him that I learned to use the washing machine.

And Nimas is beautiful. I think, from the eyes of a man, the interesting thing about Nimas is his loose smile and perfectly round buttocks. The other area is not interesting because she is a widow of two children, her chest is no longer tight at the age of just 20 years.

But men's tastes are different.

Two of Nimas' children lived in ART's pavilion in the back garden of the main building. Reportedly, her ex-husband, a drug dealer, is now in prison for life, so they get divorced.

I just smiled as I lowered my head, Haidar is still looking ahead. He didn't seem to realize that I was spying on his behavior.

“I hope our cooperation in banking can run smoothly, Sir. That's my backup if construction again stagnates,” murmured me while preparing to move from there.

“Hm,” he replied while sipping coffee with the same posture from the beginning I saw.

“And don't be too eager, Mr. Dias could depend if his children defy all, hehe,” I said as I walked to Miss's room.

Haidar is also one of the victims of the selfishness of match-making in the name of business. She was recently married to the son of the Commissioner of PT. Citrine Indah Tbk. The problem is, after marriage his wife fled to Italy and has not returned until now. It's been almost 6 months, Haidar back and forth to divorce because it has something to do with muan, muan and cuan.

“Ck! You are...” umpat Haidar from a distance. He finally left there.

I smiled with the corner of my lips raised. At the very least, I fought for my pride for my own sake, not driven by anyone else.

For me, the only one who can buy my pride is God who created me. As long as the one who presses me is still human, I will still put up a fight.

Except...

This angel in front of me.

“Danar,” call him in a hoarse and slow voice. Impressed sexy, seductive, seducing, instigating my libido to grab her into my arms.

Her eyes are staring at me. With his moist lips that open a little, want to talk but do not do. Finally choose to just move instead of stringing up empty words.

“We have breakfast at the cafe only, I do not jog,”.

I used to accept this kind of mood change. That's why I keep wearing my usual clothes, with a lot of change of clothes including official suits, in my backpack.

At the moment the appearance of Miss, as usual beautiful. But I started to wonder if he was deliberately treating me like this.

Because so often I see it without full clothes, or with sexy clothes, or even just with the twists of a towel like now.

I'm not even sure the goddess Venus is as beautiful as she is.

"Close the door" he murmured.

"Well, how are you wearing that shirt?" After closing the door, I walked towards the closet.

"Later I'll choose myself" he said.

I stopped my steps. Then he looked at her with a questioning look.

"Sit here" he patted the area next to him, "Kiss me now,"

Oh my God,

I feel like I'm going to explode to receive your blessings.